A Little Ditty about Jack in the City

This is a little ditty about Jack in the City. He’s out of the box after putting on his socks.

Red radish rivers ripple

as squinting stones view doorways unknown – now silently sinking and awed.

A quay unknown to the throng

Yep, they were wrong.

Apprentices and lizards sliver as scarlet feathered birds flutter in the wind to give and take Mother Nature.

A guild of honorable women drapers

Trumpets sound

Drums pound amongst bandits

in the firelight, the story repeats

to reveal new insight.

Temperance, virtue, vexation, a vale of tears

The water reveals

The stallion was fake, and delivery was at stake.

A decoy, just a boy.